Hutton, running into the kitchen crying after I told him and Rustyn to pick up their light sabers: “Joey hit me!”
Silently rolling my eyes that the 2-year-old is beating up on the 6-year-old: “Well, OK, where’d she hit you?”
Hut: “In the nose!”
“Joey, we don’t hit.”
J cackles from the living room.
Rusty: “It not funny, Joey!”
Well, the fact that you two are fully “armed” and running scared from the little girl with a rubber baseball bat, yeah, it’s kinda funny.